The edge
I missed the Post-It show at GR2 on Saturday night. Dang. But the reason why is that I bought tickets months ago to see Gorilla Biscuits. The list of bands that I want to see that I haven't seen is pretty short, and this New York straight-edge hardcore band was on it.
The show did not disappoint. After solid sets by NYHC legends Murphy's Law and new schoolers Comeback Kid, the original lineup of GB played just about everything ever recorded (including the covers) and was tack sharp. Yeah, they're looking a bit older. I don't know if they still have the straight edge--no smoking, drinking, eating meat, etc.--but stuff just happens after 15 years or so. (Unless you're Asian, I mean.) One of the members sold his bass and amps, so he had borrowed gear with Paul Frank stickers on it! Sorry, no pics due to camera-unfriendly conditions.
Johnnie and I stayed in the pit during GB's set, and had big bald dudes, skinny guys with mohawks, and assorted punkers flying all around us for its entirety. Mario was parched, too, just from standing in the sweatbox, so we needed to rehydrate afterwards. No Slurpees for us, though. We went to the old Shau May for Taiwanese slush. I was stoked that mango pudding is in the mix these days!
Sunday was recharging day. It was Wendy's brother's b-day, so we had dim sum and then met for dinner at this microbrew place on Sunset called Good. It was all right.
Here's the birthday guy with some super-bitter dark beer and his exceptionally nice girlfriend. She hooked me up with some peach-flavored Mentos from the 99-Cent Store across the street. 33 cents!
You might remember Wendy's uncle Steve from the Chinatown bus trip to Vegas article in GR. He got a king-sized margarita. "It's like lemonade, right?"
The fried chicken arrived in a decorated basket. Wow. I felt kind of ripped off when my curry-tofu thing just came in a bowl.
I don't drink alcohol, but I had beer-baked onion rings and this vegan stew with beer in it, too. Does that break the straight edge? I don't know, but between all that and the bugs, I feel like I'm slipping.
Whatever moral dilemma wasn't enough to prevent me from enjoying a professional quality cake baked by Wendy's cousin... Ahhh.
The show did not disappoint. After solid sets by NYHC legends Murphy's Law and new schoolers Comeback Kid, the original lineup of GB played just about everything ever recorded (including the covers) and was tack sharp. Yeah, they're looking a bit older. I don't know if they still have the straight edge--no smoking, drinking, eating meat, etc.--but stuff just happens after 15 years or so. (Unless you're Asian, I mean.) One of the members sold his bass and amps, so he had borrowed gear with Paul Frank stickers on it! Sorry, no pics due to camera-unfriendly conditions.
Johnnie and I stayed in the pit during GB's set, and had big bald dudes, skinny guys with mohawks, and assorted punkers flying all around us for its entirety. Mario was parched, too, just from standing in the sweatbox, so we needed to rehydrate afterwards. No Slurpees for us, though. We went to the old Shau May for Taiwanese slush. I was stoked that mango pudding is in the mix these days!
Sunday was recharging day. It was Wendy's brother's b-day, so we had dim sum and then met for dinner at this microbrew place on Sunset called Good. It was all right.
Here's the birthday guy with some super-bitter dark beer and his exceptionally nice girlfriend. She hooked me up with some peach-flavored Mentos from the 99-Cent Store across the street. 33 cents!
You might remember Wendy's uncle Steve from the Chinatown bus trip to Vegas article in GR. He got a king-sized margarita. "It's like lemonade, right?"
The fried chicken arrived in a decorated basket. Wow. I felt kind of ripped off when my curry-tofu thing just came in a bowl.
I don't drink alcohol, but I had beer-baked onion rings and this vegan stew with beer in it, too. Does that break the straight edge? I don't know, but between all that and the bugs, I feel like I'm slipping.
Whatever moral dilemma wasn't enough to prevent me from enjoying a professional quality cake baked by Wendy's cousin... Ahhh.
posted by gr at
1:28 PM
nah, kills the alco off when cooked.
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